She leans over Charlie, her breasts swaying close to his face, takes some tissues and cold cream and begins to wipe the name 'Barry' from her forehead and the rest of the makeup from her face.
'Are you taking the piss? s**t I don't know, I want some kind of…communication. Some kind of…human response, every day chit-chat, stuff like that, even what was on telly last night, something, anything. Some kind of human reaction. Human, human, human, human, human,' hammering his fist onto the dressing table every time he says human,' his voice rising with each blow, then he slumps back into his chair, reaching for the bottle 'It's like being locked up with a f*****g blow-up doll, except I don't even get my rocks off with it, Jesus wept, it's b****y frustrating.'
'Is that what this is all about? s
